It happens every once and a while, when you feel hopeless. I want to care, but nothing can clean wounds. There is a hope but

Sounds of violence help me get through the night. It always seems so ring through my head all day. My thoughts go wandering. I’ll never

You look defeated,  as you’re laying, on the floor. You look so tired, and strung out.   You look so disappointed. You seem to lack

A pulse beats,  in the darkness. Everything flows naturally. As the old lepers all die, to the other side. Till then, we can breathe out

Has this reached its end? Well I don’t feel dead. I left you in your car. I walked straight ahead. Your shadow reflected a glimmer. 

I never thought I could, give you enough. We need the worst of things, to get up. In the meantime,  we travel down a road.

The secrets that I own, are put up on a shelf. It has terror,  and I’m scared, but I know its my home. Can I